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rAGLE SIA The DEVIL'S MANTLE during the pi of pearls stolen by the assassins, who overpower Pe ter and carry him off to sea insensible in an open boat. He manages to cut the tow= line, but again succumbs to exhaustion and . his 'wounds. Meanwhile he has been sads dled with the murder and robbery. the mews of which is brought to Australia by Herman Rand when he calls on Humphrey Garth, the the wealthiest man in Syd. ney, and his attractive daughter, Marion. Murchi- son has heen their friend, and the news completely up- sets father and 'daughter. Bad News Humphrey Garth from the newspaper. "8it down, Rand," he said hus- kily, : Rand resumed his seat. "I'm afraid," he said, with a mirthless smile "that I am a bird of very ill omen indeed, It is evident that this has heen a frightful shock to Miss Garth," "About the same as though someone had suddenly informed her that something of like sort had ghanr 1 to me" said Hum- phrey ' a strained, mon= otonon "Next to myself 1 suppo mn Murchison was nearer to her than anybody else, Fle was her godfather, He play- ed with her when she was a baby, and they were pals when she grew up. They were like lovers in a way. Always a letter in every mail--monthsg apart, of course hut never a mail missed; and never a trip to Sydney that Tom Mur- chison didn't live here with us--- TL ur Child's eeds this Double Treatment CHILDREN hate to be "dosed."" When rubbed on, Vicks relieves colds 2 ways atonce without "'dosing": (1) Its healing vapors, released by the body heat, are inhaled direct to the air passages; (2) "It draws out" the soreness like an old-fash- joned poultice, 01 Q) dno I< looked up -- [ VICKS oer NA OR we THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, « By Frank L. Packard (Copyright by Public Ledger) one of the family' You heard her. She called hint 'Daddy Tom.' As for me, Tom Murchison was my oldest friend--and the best man that ever lived." "Good God!" Herman breathed, Humphrey Garth jumped abruptly to his feet and began to pace up and down the veranda. Herman Rand, watching, saw the man of millions brush his hand hastily across his eyes; but when Mr, Garth halted finally aagin be- fore his visitor his only sign of emotion was a dogged mercilesy anger that burned in narrowed eyes and was reflected in the square jaws, hard, clamped and now outthrust a little, "It's two weeks ago," Humphe rey Garth said grimly, "We can't do anything for poor Tom, but--" He picked up the paper once mdre and read it slowly, criciteally -- then he tossed it down on the table again. "Rand," he said abruptly, "you know more about the islands and the life up there than probably any other man alive, Where do you sup- pose that hound Blake got to?" A Reward Offered Rand shrugged his shoulders, "That's rather a large order," he said grimly, "It wouldn't be so difficult for him, though, He had a motorboat, and he took all the spare cans of petrol with him --quite a supply, according to the account, He could easily enough under the circumstances make his way from one island to another, and so on, until he picked np a trading vessel somewhere and got clear away. He had a good start before the news got out--and he was probably eounting on that, He's as likely to be making for Sydney at this moment as any- where -- or quite as likely to try for Java, or China, or the Straits Settlements, or anywhere else, It was a cold-blooded and ecalenlated piece of work, I'd say he'll be a hard man to catch." "Will he?" inquired Mr. Hum- phrey Garth, with a sigiWicant inflection in his voice. "I sup- pose the police ard already at work?" Again Rand shrugged his shoul- ders. "Oh, yes, of course! he said, "And they'll do what they can, Cir- enlate his deseription and all that sort of thing, and probably offer a "reward of a few pounds, Rand © BEAUTIFUL CHIME CLOCK D. J. BROWN King Street West Phone 189. This Clock has | a fine brass movement, not effected by heat or cold, which | will run and give a life long The | | case is solid wal. | | nut with leaded | | glass and silver | | dial. Chimes | | with their musi- | service, | cal gongs on sweet tone reeds every | | hour and half hour. To be wound once a | week. Terms, pay io | | down | then $1 each | | wieek until fully paid. A written ironclad guar-- | antee with each clock. "I'm afraid that I'm a bird of very ill omen, indeed," y said Rand "How many pounds?" demanded Mr. Garth sharply. "Why, I don't know," Rand re- plied, "Anywhere from ten to a hundred, 1'd say." Mr, Gagth stared at the other for a moment, "Ten pounds -- a hundred pounds!" he echoed. "That won't start anything, That won't do any good. That won't incite tha average man on the street to look into the faces of the men he passes, or keep his ears open in case something might give him a clue to the whereabouts of this Pe- ter Blake, or induce whoever might be sheltering the scoundrel to give him up--Blake would outbid them, It wouldn't interest the average man, would it?" "No," said Rand, A Lavger Lure "No," said Mr. Garth, 'Well, I'll take care of that! I'll interest the average man, and I'll make tne scum, the larrikins, and the shady characters greedy!" Hea got up, rang, his seat. A servant appeared, "Ask Mr, Jaffray to come here at once," instructed Mr, Garth, "Yes, sir," replied the mald, A moment later, a young man came along tha veranda, and halted before the table, Humphrey Garth introduced the two men, * "Mr. Rand," he my secretary, Mr, --Mr, Rand." Jaffray acknowledged the intro- duction and looked inquiringly at Mr, Garth, "Jaffray," sald Mr. Garth. gruflly, I have just received some very bad news, Mr, Murchison was mur- dered in hi bungalow some two weeks agg by a man named Peter Blake," Jaffray stared at his employer almost inecomprehendingly, Mr, Murchison--murdered!" exclaimed faintly, Humphrey Garth picked up the newspaper and handed it to his see- retary, "The details are there, Never mind them now, You can read them on the way to the city, I want yoi to motor 'into Sydney at "once, 1 am going to offer a reward fov the capture of this Peter Blake You understand?" Perfectly, sir,' said Jaffray in a subdued voice, Five Thousand Pounds by "Good," sald Humphrey Garth curtly, "You'll see the police, and the newspapers," or whoever you have to see, in order to hawe the reward given official recognition and publicity, Then cable or wire- less it all over, See that it's known in Singapore--up in Fiji--every- where. And without a moment's de- lay, The man has already had toc long a start." *Yes, sir," the amount Garth?" "Five thousand pounds," Humphrey Garth laconically. Jaffray had small black eyes. A sort of startled incredulity came into them for a moment. "Five thousand pounds!" he re- pepated. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Garth--did you say 5000 pounds?" "I said 5000 pounds," returned Humphrey Garth a little sharply "And I would like to have you at- tend to the matter at once." "Yes, sir," said Jaffray quietly. "I will go immediately," He bhow- ed to Rand, and hurried off along the veranda, and resumed "this is Jaffray sald, Jaffray, he "And Mr. said Jaffray. of .the reward, said 1 | NOW PLAYING --in-- SHADOWS COMEDY and FOX NEWS A ------------ Bovril is often better for you than a heavy meal 2% Herman Rand's cigarette was still unlighted. He lighted it now. "That's a rather large sum of money, Mr, Garth," he ventured slowly. "I should say that it would interest most men--let alone the average. "I'm not prepared to say that 1 wouldn't be interested im it my- self. I'm quite sure your secretary was, Five thousand pounds is a lot of money." Humphrey Garth's shands were clenched again on the arms of his chair, "Do you think so?" he sald, with a bitter laugh, "Well, I'll tell you something, Rand. I'll spend & hundred thousand, ves, or two hun- dred, if I have to, to bring the murderer of old Tom Murchison to Justice!" Peter Returns to Life A tapa cloth hung across the en- trance to the hut, It shut out the faint breeze that was stirring, but it also shut out the intense glare of the afternoon sun, Peter stared at the thing, It had hecome hideous to him--the design was irregular, chaotic, as though born of a night- mare; its pigments were of deep black and rusty red, and the circles and lines all seemed to run together in every direction, and it hurt his eyes, But he couldn't help staring at it, His. eyes, when he opened them, always reverted to the thing, and he was possessed of an insane desire to measure the circles against each other to see which was the largest and the lines against each other to see which was the longest, The tapa cloth wak of a piece of his mental calendar with the floor. ing of the hut, which was made ot broken coral, and over which was spread the native mat upon which he lay; both existed in his con- sciousness from the hour thag the first faint glimmerings of reason had returned to him, and that, he knew, was many days ago, He had never hecome accustomed to his hard, uneven couch with its sharp bits of coral, and, like the -tapa cloth, it plagued him. He had heen very ill, He was still ill--and pitifully weak, When he had been able to wonder about it at all, the wonder of it had been that he had lived, The natives had been very kind, very wonderfully kind, but the nourishment of a white man, des- perately sick, was not tafolo--he did not know the native tongue, but the correlation of the oft-re- peated word with the oft-repeated serving of the dish had taught him that tafolo meant coconut milk, in which there swam endless and un- inviting hunks of bread-fruit, "Hello, Peter Blake!" And yet he had lived, He was even regaining his strength--very slowly, it was true; but none the less surely, Yesterday, in the cool of the evening, he had even walked a few steps along the beach down there on the edge of the lagoon Today, he would go again--in 'an- other two or three hours jt wou'd be cool enough. Damn that tapa cloth! If he could, only sleep through those two or three hours, He closed his eyes and fell inte a drowse, Strange dreams came, uncanny, fitful snatches of things that had no beginnings and nv endings; and aftér a while, out of the vagaries of this fantasy, it seomed as though a voice was in- sistingly calling his name. It came in a sort of sing-song fashion: "Hello, Peter Blake, my lad. * * * Hello, Peter Blake, my lad. * * * "Hello, Peter Blake, my Jad!" Peter Blake sat suddeply up- right, wide awake. He stared around him. The hut was empty, and the tapa cloth still hung across the entrance. But he could have sworn the voice was real, actual, existent. "Who's calling me?" he cried I pants and shirt without any coat: out. The tapa cloth was jerked aside ond a white man's figure sudden- filled the low and narrow en- iy the chief, Peter's eyes, wandering from the white man's face, met and held those of the chief. He did not understand. Hafu, who had been kindness itself, who indeed, had put this hut at his, Peter's, dis- posal, was glaring at him now with a sullen, unpleasant scowl, Peter shook his head. His eyes reverted to the red-haired man. "It 1 wasn't afraid that I was still wobbly enough in the head to be the one who is a little mad, I'd certainly say you were," he observ- ed quietly. "I don't know what you are talking about." "That's too bad," drawled the other. "And I'm disappointed in you, Peter Blake, after starting out with such a clear understanding, right at the beginning, "But maybe you've still got them in your clothes, eh?--not that you've got many clothes left. But, anyway, we'll have a look." Where Are the Pearls? The man advanced on Peter-- the blue eyes under the straggling, thick, red lashes had grown steely. Peter, lurching, gained his feet, and stood thera swaying from one foot to the other, "Who the devid are you, any- way?" he flung out savagely, "Mumm"s my name," said the other, "Captain Josephus Mumm, of the schooner Break O' Dawn. And there ain't no manner of use you putting your dukes up, for any one with half an eye could see that you ain't got strength enough to swat a fly. Now, soft and easy does it, my lad! "Let's have a look through them pockets of your'n." Peter retreated a step, "Not yet!" he rasped wan't to know what about." "All right, my bucko," said Cap- tain Josephus Mumm gruflly, "ifr that's the game you've decided to play from now on, I'll do my bast to be obliging, It's Tom Murchi- son's pearls I'm talking about," For a moment the words were flat and meaningless' to' Peter, and then a strange buzzing seemed to best his ears, "Tom--Tom Murchison's pearls!" He heard Limself speaking, but the low, hoarse, faltering voice did not seem to be his at all. 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Perhaps he was still dreaming. The man was short and stocky, with enor- mously broad shoulders; he wore he had a tawny beard that looked self-clipped. and a white eap with a 'black visor crowned a shock of brick-red hair. Peter rubbed his eyes once more. A A white man at last! Unless it were a dream?! Only this one talk- ed as though he were wad! "Why shouldn't I admit it?" Pe- ter inguired a little helplessly. "No reason." "said the man promptly, "seeing as how it wowa- n't do you no good anyhow in the long run, but I was just as glad to check up om it from the start. Not that here was much doubt about it, mind you! There's the motorboat down there on the beach with the name "Marion" still all micely paint- ed on her, which tallies with the de- scription, and here's you here. So now, sonny, my lad, where's them pearls?" Peter stared blankly. The red- haired man stepped forward inte the hut. 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